I wish I could tell the people I love how much I love them.
Ok, yeah, I know I haven't written anything in like, a month, and that's kind of an abrupt note to start back on. But its late, my sisters just thrown an honest to God psychotic fit about our broken washing machine (she won't take her clothes to the laundromat because "thats what poor people do"), and I've spent the last 3 hours transposing music into the key of B by hand. So really, I just wanted to get that little tid bit out there.
Its not that I'm reluctant to say it to them; I just can't really find the words. Which is odd, considering I'm a writer. Its harder than that, though. Expressing honest love through words is one of the hardest things you can do. Trust me. I've tried.
I'm going to sleep now. I'm going to be writing more; summer's coming up in a few days, which means endless sun-spattered days in the living room writing whatever I damn well please. And then theres writing camp in July, two weeks that are literally my writing Nirvana. Needless to say, I'm looking forward to it.
I'll be writing more. I promise.
I don't want to live in my father's house no more
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